Wimp's Strategy Guide to Conquer the Tower Chapter 208 CHAPTER 207

The unification of the frequencies of soul and body.

How on earth did that work?

This was how.

The Sword Immortal's immortal energy penetrated deep into the Mad Demon's mind.

And then—

the Mad Demon regressed into the past.

Regression?

Not truly.

To be precise, it was mory regression.

It was as if his present self had possessed his past self within his mories.

A first-person observer's perspective.

In other words, he was possessing the past—but unable to interfere with the movents of that body, only able to observe.

Yet the experience was completely direct.

From birth, through childhood, youth, adulthood, and old age, he relived his entire life in full.

Every sensation felt real.

The pain and misery of clutching his starving stomach and begging as an orphan.

The cold sensation of a blade stabbing deep into his belly during a territorial war with beggars from another district.

eting the master of a single-disciple lineage and training in martial arts, the first inner energy forming in his dantian—warm and gentle.

Martial arts refined through real combat.

Before he knew it, he had beco the strongest master in the martial world.

And then the desperate battle at the end of his life.

The mory of standing alone as a public enemy of Murim, fighting the imperial army and warriors of the righteous and demonic factions alike.

Stabbed, slashed, crushed—

everything was unbearably vivid.

Matching frequencies ant this:

re-experience, from the very beginning, the totality of mories accumulated through life.

So that the information contained in those mories would be engraved completely into the new body he now possessed.

That was the purpose of mory regression.

mories are not embedded in consciousness, but in the body.

Because in the end, it is the body that rembers.

But the previous body was gone.

All the information stored within it had vanished entirely.

To correct that, the mory data had to be repeated and relived, engraved anew into the body.

A crude thod.

Yet also a mysterious technique.

Only an immortal could make sothing like this possible.

It wasn't only the Mad Demon.

Kosak, Gobang, Gyeon Dallae, Archmage Be… every sub-summoned struck down by the Sword Immortal was experiencing mory regression.

Sorrow, joy, despair, hope, regret, pain, ecstasy, endurance, achievent—

monts they wished to forget, monts they longed to relive, monts so distant they could no longer rember them at all—every single one was being carved once more into their flesh.

anwhile, Juhyeok—

was in a strange place.

It resembled a courtroom.

'Where am I?'

Was this the Sword Immortal's doing?

Why had he been sent here?

And the person before him—

a portly, middle-aged man wearing a crown, with a face red like a jujube and a thick black beard, tilted his head as he looked at Juhyeok.

"Who is the sinner?"

"Huh? I'm not a sinner. My na's Bong Juhyeok."

"If you are not a sinner, why are you here? And in the state of a soul?"

"… A soul? Am I dead?"

"Well…"

The man flipped through a book.

"Hm. The na Bong Juhyeok does not appear in the Register of the Dead."

… The Register of the Dead?

That was a term he'd heard before.

"Let take a closer look."

The man poked Juhyeok's soul with his finger.

"Oh?"

A short mont passed.

"Tsk tsk. I knew it. Honestly, that Sword Immortal… tch!"

Huh?

He knows the Sword Immortal?

"He should have explained things before sending you."

Explain what?

The man smiled at Juhyeok.

"In any case, welco to Hell, Great Hero Bong."

Eek!

H-Hell?!

Countless thoughts exploded in Juhyeok's mind.

Did I die?

Am I in Hell because I died?

"Um—"

"Ah! Don't worry. You didn't co here by dying."

"Then?"

"It's rely a ntal connection. You could say your soul briefly skipped dinsions."

"… Does that an I can go back?"

"Indeed. In about thirty seconds."

Ah!

What a relief.

"Since there's no ti, I'll imdiately pass on the technique for aligning the frequencies of body and soul."

"… What?"

All of a sudden?

"It's called mory regression. Normally, Hell's judges use it during trials to make sinners fully recognize their cris by showing them their entire past lives."

Then he raised his hand and waved it casually.

"Whoa—"

And just like that, Juhyeok awakened to the technique within his consciousness.

"That will do."

"… Yes, it seems so."

"To use mory regression, you need appropriate sacred energy. Immortal energy will suffice."

Immortal energy?

"I only have magic power and internal energy."

"Didn't the Sword Immortal leave you celestial peaches? Eat them regularly. One a day. Since you have immortal roots, the immortal energy will settle well."

Right.

Celestial peaches.

The food of immortals.

Currency of the Immortal Realm.

"That concludes everything. Off you go—and be sure to save the world."

"Th-thank you… but, um, who are you?"

The man smiled broadly.

"I am Yama."

"… "

Then suddenly his vision blurred.

Pop!

Juhyeok opened his eyes.

A familiar sky ca into view.

White Tower, 17th floor.

'Whoa!'

Can you believe this?

'I just went to Hell.'

He even t King Yama.

Even if it was the Hell of another world.

'I should live a good life.'

Anyway, he'd learned the mory regression technique.

Since it was embedded in his soul, he could use it imdiately as long as he had immortal energy.

He could guess why he'd been taught this.

The technique currently affecting the sub-summoned was mory regression.

Making them relive all their life experiences within their current bodies to align their frequencies.

Later, when summoning other sub-summoned at random, he was ant to use mory regression on them as well.

Ah…

Wise and warm-hearted Sword Immortal.

'But does this count as a skill?'

Right then—

Ding!

[Skill: mory Regression acquired.]

[mory Regression has been registered under the Status Window's Special Skills.]

'Status window?'

[Special Skills]: Designated Summon / Random Summon / Dismiss Summon / mory Regression

Perfect.

The system acknowledged it.

'Then I should get up now—huh?'

Co to think of it, the back of his head felt soft.

Like a goose-down pillow.

There was even a floral scent.

'Where's this nice sll coming from?'

He turned his head slightly and looked up.

"Master?"

…

It was Diamat.

Juhyeok was lying with his head on her thigh.

"Mm…"

"You're awake?"

His heart raced.

'Skills keep activating whenever there's an opening.'

In monts like this, it's best to pretend nothing happened.

"How long was I out?"

"About three minutes? You can keep lying there if you want."

"No, I can't do that. It must be heavy."

"Not heavy at all. Hehehe."

His heart was pounding nonstop, but

he calmly got up as if nothing were wrong.

The sub-summoned were still sprawled unconscious on the ground.

Over there, the Sword Immortal and Rajiks were chatting amicably.

"Hahaha, you even stored that gigant and thirty fire engines?"

"Hoee!"

"And even the corpse of that huge dragon?"

"Hoeng!"

"Truly an astonishing infinite-space ability. There is an immortal in my realm who also uses infinite space—when the opportunity arises, I shall introduce you."

"L-later?"

What about El?

She was working on magical circuits with a gigant laid down—probably preparing Unit No. 3.

"Sword Immortal."

"Oh! Great Hero Bong, did you learn well?"

"Yes, thanks to you."

"That's good. It's a useful technique. I learned it myself while helping out part-ti at Hell's court."

"… I see."

What kind of immortal does part-ti work?

Must be tough even there.

In any case, Juhyeok bowed deeply in thanks.

Then—

"When will they wake up? It seems like mory regression still has a long way to go—"

"It's already finished. But they must complete a task within the ntal realm to awaken."

A task?

"That… what was it again? That dragon-lizard thing I dealt with."

"The Supre Demon Dragon, Helcrasus."

"Ah! Hel-sothing. I recreated an identical dragon in the ntal realm. Once they defeat it, they'll wake up."

"… What?"

How are they supposed to defeat that thing?

"Don't worry. They'll manage. They're not alone—ten of them will be fighting together."

"R-really?"

"I believe they can do it. I only released two of them."

Two?

Two Supre Demon Dragons?

"I was going to release three, but one must savor things slowly—your stomach won't fill with the first bite."

They won't even manage the first bite…

This is bad.

Can they really do it?

Gangnam, Rajiks Trading Headquarters.

CEO Jung Dong-hoon was receiving a report from Secretary Oh Jin-sook.

"This is the final design draft for the custom bike. The front features the na 'Sword Immortal,' the handlebars replicate a sword hilt, and the wheels and footrests also use sword-thed designs."

Jung Dong-hoon nodded while reviewing the draft.

This should et Player Bong's requirents.

'Should I send a photo?'

He took a picture and sent it via ssenger.

A reply arrived shortly after.

Ding!

– Looks good. Proceed as is. As fast as possible.

Seems he liked it.

"Tell them to start work imdiately."

"Yes."

"Cost doesn't matter. Make sure it's done within three days."

"Understood."

"Oh, one more thing."

Jung Dong-hoon pointed at a gigant figure on his desk.

"You can remove the gigant display advertisent at Yeouido Park. Start work on that today as well."

"Ah… then the permit—"

"Yes. It's already been approved."

What a relief.

It had been bothering my eyes for a while.

"Soon the footage of Gigant Unit No. 2 will be released. We'll contact the factory and start sales, so tell them to prepare."

Once this video goes public, figure sales will begin as well.

A Gigant model wielding a shield and sword.

The cheap versions will be plastic.

The premium ones will be tal.

They'll sell extrely well.

After watching the video, no one will be able to resist buying one.

Even he himself was eagerly waiting for the release.

White Tower, 17th floor.

Ti passed quickly.

Yet the sub-summoned still hadn't woken up.

When would they wake?

What if sothing went wrong and they never did?

Worried, he asked the Sword Immortal.

"They'll wake soon. They all have that much potential. You know that too, Great Hero Bong."

I know, but…

I want to shake them awake, but I can't.

He said leaving them alone was best.

One day passed.

Then another.

By the third day, they still hadn't escaped the ntal realm.

"Tsk tsk. They're weaker than I thought."

"… That's only by your standards, Sword Immortal."

"Even so!"

So he really is an immortal.

I shouldn't trust him blindly.

"… There's no helping it. I'll put in a little effort."

With an extrely annoyed expression, the Sword Immortal approached the fallen sub-summoned and started poking them here and there.

Is that enough?

Please, just wake up safely.

In the anti, the custom bike was completed.

Juhyeok went outside with Rajiks to deliver it.

The Sword Immortal was overjoyed.

"Hahahaha! This customization fits my identity perfectly. May I ride it?"

"It's your bike, Sword Immortal. Ride as much as you like."

"My thanks!"

If you're thankful, please do sothing about our sub-summoned.

I could buy you a hundred bikes like this.

Vroom! Vroooom, vrrr!

As if in a hurry, the Sword Immortal tore down the White Tower's 17th-floor road on the bike.

Smartphones followed after him.

Juhyeok stayed by the sub-summoned, waiting for them to awaken.

In truth, the random-summon cooldown had already ended.

He could summon new sub-summoned at any mont.

But how could he welco new companions while these ones hadn't regained consciousness?

'After everyone wakes up…'

Suddenly—

"Ghh…"

With a groan, the Mad Demon sat bolt upright.

Oh!

Finally!

"M-Mad Demon!"

"… Summoner."

"You're awake."

"My apologies. This old man lacked ability, so it took ti."

"No, no—waking up is all that matters."

What about the others?

"Yahhh!!!"

Kosak too.

"For a warrior, it was a harsh trial."

Gobang as well.

"Young Master, I apologize for causing concern."

"Archmage Veronica Calibur reports return."

"Light!!!"

"I'm back too."

"Woof woof woof woof!"

Everyone was awake.

Juhyeok was thrilled.

"You must be hungry. Let's each take one of these. Rajiks?"

"Hoeng?"

"Take out the celestial peaches."

"Hoe!"

Sssst, sssst, sssst.

And so each sub-summoned received one celestial peach.

"Eat one each. You need to recover."

"This is—"

"That won't do. Summoner Bong should be the only one eating these. Please just heat up instant rice for us."

"Indeed. There aren't many to begin with."

"These peaches should be reserved for Young Master alone. Please take them back."

"Combat rations are sufficient for ."

But—

"If you all do well, I do well. I've already eaten plenty."

That wasn't a lie.

He'd already eaten five.

"Still—"

"Absolute obedience?"

"This qualifies as a refusal under Rule Three, Clause Three."

"Really now. Do you want to be expelled from the White Tower? Then the bodies we just synchronized will disappear again—"

"I'll eat it imdiately. Please give it to ."

Thus each of them bit into a peach.

Every single one wore an ecstatic expression.

Of course.

Celestial peaches aren't ordinary fruit.

Juhyeok himself had been shocked the first ti he ate one.

"Tsk tsk, what a waste…"

The Sword Immortal appeared.

"Well, I expected as much. Still, try not to give these away and use them sparingly."

"Haha, yes, yes."

"In any case, it seems ti for us to part."

"… What?"

Leaving?

Already?

"Couldn't you stay a little longer—"

"All etings end in parting. Once you et, separation is inevitable."

"Still—"

"The sooner a destined farewell cos, the better. Then… ah!"

The Sword Immortal took sothing out of his infinite space and handed it to Juhyeok.

It was fur.

A whole bunch of it.

"… Fur."

"Yes. Fur."

"… "

Fur?

Why fur?

Awkward.

"Ahem. It's not my fur. Monkey fur."

"Ah, monkey fur…"

But why monkey fur?

"In a mont of crisis, it will serve as a ans to help you."

"This fur?"

"If you find yourself overmatched, blow on it and scatter it. Using about half should be more than enough."

… This feels familiar.

But it's from an immortal—refusing isn't an option.

"From which monkey did this fur co?"

"Ah! A monkey demon known as the Great Sage Equal to Heaven."

"… Pardon?"

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven?

'No way…'

The Sword Immortal drew his sword.

"This is farewell."

"Huh? Already?"

Then, slicing the air—

Slash!

Crack-crack-crack!

A fissure ford with thin fractures spreading through space.

"May you achieve your purpose."

"W-wait!"

Whoosh!

The Sword Immortal vanished through the fissure.

"He's gone."

"He's gone."

"He left."

"He's gone."

"He went."

"He has departed."

"He has departed indeed."

"Later."

A hollow feeling filled his chest.

The Sword Immortal had given them so much.

And in return, all he'd received was a bike and a few Earth goods.

"Then now…"

Honestly, I'm dying of curiosity.

Those whose soul and body frequencies were unified,

those who trained in the ntal realm and awakened with confidence—

Just how much have they changed?

"Shall we go into the tower for a bit?"

"Yes!"

Let's go and see right away.

[Entering Black Tower (NO. 1, Korea), 88th floor.]

Juhyeok entered the Black Tower of Earth No. 1,001.

The floor where Sand Dragons appear.

An upper floor still unconquered.

Back in Earth No. 675's Black Tower, even the Mad Demon's crescent energy hadn't been able to scratch this thing.

Boom!

A massive Sand Dragon burst up through the sand.

"This old man will go first—"

Ziiing!

The Mad Demon manifested a crescent of energy.

It was less than half the size of before, but far denser, darker—compressed.

Tsspt!

With a short tearing sound, it flew toward the Sand Dragon.

Thump!

"Keeek!"

It pierced straight through the monster's body.

"Whoa!"

So the training really worked.

But it wasn't over yet.

Ziiing, zing, zing, zing, zing!

Hundreds of compressed crescents ford instantly above the Mad Demon's raised hand.

Tsspspspspspspspt!

Like a swarm of locusts, they engulfed the Sand Dragon.

Slash! Shrrrk, shrrrk-shrrrk-shrrrk—

The Sand Dragon was shredded to pieces, like fruit thrown into a blender.

...

What?

That easily?

[Sub-Dragon Sand Dragon defeated 1/1]

[You have cleared the 88th-floor mission.]

"Hey! What are you doing? Sword King Kosak hasn't even ward up yet."

"Tsk tsk. Were you that eager to show off?"

"Who here can't kill a Sand Dragon?"

"Did you align frequencies alone? Train alone?"

"They say old n grow greedy."

"Hey! I prepared a ton to show how much I'd changed!"

"Exclude the Mad Demon next ti!"

"Go clean the White Tower!"

"Hoaah!"

Criticism poured in.

The Mad Demon flushed red, not knowing what to do.

Then—

[World Announcent: Black Tower NO. 1 (Korea) 88th-floor clear rank S achieved.]

[S Clear Reward: 2 Platinum Badges awarded.]

The administrators of Earth No. 1,001 were left utterly stunned.

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